Honeyveil's pale green eyes were locked on her small white paws, her entire body unnaturally still. Except for the slight rise and fall of her sides and an occasional blink, she might have been a statue. The wind ruffled her long pelt, tugging and tangling the strands. Right now, the small queen didn't care. There was a dull, aching pain in her heart: she had betrayed them, betrayed them all, because of her stupid tendency to trust strangers. What would Phoenixheart say? What would her children say? They were barely three moons old, not ready for something like this, but 'this' – it wasn't something she could hide for much longer. And she had other plans to make, as well; a battle had been raging within her mind as she struggled to decide whether it was safer to remain in WindClan or move to a more isolated proClan.
The thin torbie calico stood a few paces away, her eyes on her mother. What was so bad that Aledakit's bright, cheerful mother – a cat she'd never seen like this before – looked as if the weight of the world had suddenly been placed on her shoulders? Dealing with the stress and uncertainty in the way that made her feel the most empowered, the young she-cat was ready to lash out with sharp words at any mildly sympathetic cat, whether they were family, friend, or stranger.